Ashley Greene went shopping in Beverly Hills yesterday, and I’d like to think if I happened to walk by and meet her, that I’d tell her that I was big fan and that I enjoy all of her movies. I haven’t even seen them. I’d tell her that Hollywood should recognize her as an actress not just a pretty face. Then she would twirl her hair and laugh and then we would talk about our common interests and find out we have a lot in common. We’d talk about our families and she’d lick her lips and I would gently stroke her arm as I mention in passing that I adopted a three-legged cat and saved him from a certain death. What? Oh, no. It’s something anybody would do. I’m no hero, Ashley. You know, then I’d throw her on the hood of her car and bang her. The end.